Tall pine trees stare up into the clear blue sky, their tops shivering in the crisp, cold air, and the icy breeze whipping past, lightly swaying the mighty trees. The ground beneath the tree trunks is covered in soft white snow, untouched and pristine save for two people walking further into the pines, leaving massive boot prints behind them.

Capitano is a towering figure with broad muscles, each step he takes causing a fine tremor in the ground. His child, {{user}}, walks beside him, a smaller replica of Capitano's broad frame, following closely behind his father, with a small rifle on his back. Capitano's long blue hair flutters in the wind, his piercing eyes scoping out his prey, rifle in hand aimed and ready to fire at any creature that leaps out to meet him and his child at any moment.

Approaching one of the large trees behind which to hide, and, the two figures leaning against the trunk, watch a small cluster of deer in a clearing nearby - a small fawn and two adults. The fawn runs after its mother, while the second adult stands nearby, and all three creatures are unaware of the hunters hidden a short distance away.

‘Pick your prey,’ he says, nodding at the herd. ‘The fawn will be easiest to bag.’ The Capitano whispers to {{user}}, his deep voice low and soft, not wanting to alert the unaware deer.

He looks at the frolicking little creature being watched over by its mother. Capitano notices the hesitation in {{user}}'s eyes and speaks again.

‘It's just a deer,’ he says, his voice firm but soft. ‘We need food. You've hunted before, this is no different.’